Mar 21 2003
For about… mmmm lets see here…. six and a half years, Yani has been trying to get me to go to the gym. I have always said that I would like to but for some reason, I never had quite enough inspiration to go. Until now that is. When the doctor told me that I had a hernia, a bunch of things went through my mind. “Did I lift something that was too heavy? Is it because I am getting too overweight? Was I abducted by hernia causing aliens?” Since I can’t remember lifting anything heavier than Jonathan in the last year, (Except a suitcase full of rocks. But that was after I already had it.) and I haven’t had any mysterious disappearances, I must be a little too fat. So I have been going to the gym for a little over a week now. The first two days sucked. Then the third day, I maxed out on upper body and pulled a muscle in my back. That sucked worse. Now I seem to have convinced my body that the gym is OK. Now I just have to keep getting up on time.
